NATE
i got a number on me, i got a number
won't make it through the high noon sun
won't make it through the high noon sun
"Oh yeah?" Nate looks down at himself, patting his chest until he can get a hand on the dragonling curled up against his chest, Ramoth more than content to hang limply in his grip when he's gestured towards Edy. "This guy?" The little dragon is shaken gently, then placed on Nate's shoulder just as he starts to hiss. "Nah, he bought a ticket."
It takes more effort than he's willing to admit to clamber up onto the roof, Ramoth fluttering off of his shoulder to settle beside Edrei ahead of him, the pale dragonling looking up at her. Nate flops down beside her just a moment after, a knowing grin already in place. "I'm usually better at existential conversations when I'm stoned." Nate warns, as if that isn't the whole reason for this specific shitty mood.
It takes more effort than he's willing to admit to clamber up onto the roof, Ramoth fluttering off of his shoulder to settle beside Edrei ahead of him, the pale dragonling looking up at her. Nate flops down beside her just a moment after, a knowing grin already in place. "I'm usually better at existential conversations when I'm stoned." Nate warns, as if that isn't the whole reason for this specific shitty mood.
i was a hero early in the morning
i ain't no hero in the night
i ain't no hero in the night
